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‘Tis only we who grieve
They do not leave
They are not gone
They look upon us still.
They walk among the valleys now
They stride upon the hill
Their smile is in the summer sky
Their grace is in the breeze.
Their memories whisper in the grass
Their calm is in the trees
Their light is in the winter snow
Their tears are in the rain.
Their merriment runs in the brook
Their laughter in the lane
Their gentleness is in the flowers
They sigh in autumn leaves.
They do not leave
They are not gone
‘tis only we who grieve
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